too late. He felt his consciousness begin to fade. They would die
down here. Cian would never know what happened. They were too far
from each other. Cian would fade, never knowing why his brother
hadn’t returned.
Then his hand was free, and he felt himself beginning to float.
He shook his head as his lungs started to burn. He forced himself
to move. He had to get a hand on Meg. He pulled at her shirt and
started to swim for the surface. He kicked his legs, even though he felt
so weary. He used every bit of his will to propel himself and Meg to
the air above.
The sun was warm on his skin when he reached the surface and
was finally able to breathe in sweet, clean air. Meg was a dead weight
in his arms. He knew he had to get her to land before he could try
anything. He swam as fast as his legs would take him. Seeing her skin
so blue sparked an adrenaline rush that powered him through the
water. When he could touch the bottom, he pulled her small frame
into his arms and raced to the shore.
“Please come back,” he muttered as he laid her down. He filled
his lungs and then opened her mouth. He covered her lips with his,
sealing them together and then pushed the air into her lungs.
Nothing.
Bound
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He tried again, his heart racing. She couldn’t be dead. He would
have felt it. He was sure he would have known. But then he’d thrown
up barriers. He’d felt like he had to. But if she died alone, he would
never forgive himself. She would have died reaching out to him, and
he’d coldly closed their bond.
He tried a third time. Suddenly her eyes fluttered, and her whole
body convulsed. He quickly turned her over as she threw up the water